Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 0:39:00 GMT
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s signature riff tearing through the air.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
No longer JUST the song for one of the GOATs of the organization, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, it now represented her curvy Gen Z counterpart who stepped to center stage along with second generation Superstar Avery Christian.
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
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Having burst upon the scene with a win over none other than Kylie Sanders, the increasingly infamous Brat has joined together with the Boss’ daughter and the Beach Cat to form the California Quakes, an amalgam of young and not that share the same short, sturdy killer curves that brought the Richter to all comers.
The blonde fireplug gave the crowd a shake of her head, clearly finding the jeering crowd distasteful. As much as she’d made her name in tangling with FAWN’s Most Hated, The Brat and her ill-tempered mentor were no fan favorites.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, the Quake strode down the ramp and aisle, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob. Behind her, Avery sported in a black jeans and white tank-top straight out of their mentor’s sartorial playbook.
The busty blonde youngster reached the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete the wardrobe.
Dawdling at the bottom of the steps as Kat made her entry, Avery snatched a microphone from an unsuspecting FAWN flunky but held her tongue, at least for now.
As Van Halen faded, the Announcer broke in with his introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is accompanied to the ring by Avery Christian. Hailing from Newport Beach, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is THE BRAT… KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with hatred, the vocal and virulent distaste quite impressive from a veritable rookie.
Paying no heed to the noise, Avery raised her own mic. “You saw what happened at March to War, right? Kitty CRUSHED that nasty little sweat stain, just like we said she would! And tonight? Tonight she SLAPS DOWN that scrawny blonde poseur and makes herself a Golden Quake! Get used to it, losers! Just because you’re on the Least Coast doesn’t mean you’re safe from the California Quakes!”
Avery tossed her mic aside, giving the Announcer tacit permission to get back to it. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
Quake consternation gave way slappin’ salutations as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ hit the speakers to welcome the Beach Blaster. Macy didn’t make ’em wait, the trim blonde brushing through the curtain with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, which was uncharacteristically zipped all the way up. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned at the Spring Breakers, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper of her jacket between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her svelte waist. Taking a moment to shine it with a forearm, Macy started down the ramp to the ring, occasionally heading to one side or the other to test the palms of those brave enough extend one in her direction.
Bounding up the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure everyone, Janel included, got a most excellent view. Coming to a stop facing Kat, she extended the title in her direction only to sling it to Al Carpenter when the challenger strapped an invisible title around her waist. Better keep practicing that in the mirror, babe.” Renquist chided as she started to back-up. “Cause you’re not doing it with the real thing anytime soon!”
Kat was out of the corner at the bell with no additional prompting from Avery (not that this stopped Christian from urging her to ‘tear the skinny bytch apart’, mind you). It was quite clear to everyone in attendance that the blonde half of the California Quakes was eager to claim her first FAWN gold. Must’ve been clear to Macy as well because the Slappin’ Sensation wasted no time leaving the corner on a looping arc that led right so as to keep her away from Avery’s side of the squared circle. Adjusting to intercept the other blonde as quickly as possible, Braddock raised both hands and lunged at Macy in an effort to bull her back against the--nope.
Renquist slipped under those greedy claws, spun ’round behind her adversary and pasted a playful swat to Kat’s buttocks en route to a much safer distance. Braddock swung with her, the Brat’s eyes baleful as she ‘snapped’ her togs against her hips. “Think you’re cute, scrawny?”
“I think I’m quick, dumpling.” Macy fired back at once.
“Not quick enough.” Braddock was closing ground again. “Starfire thought she could run from me, it didn’t end well for her either!” she pounced again and this time she actually felt her fingertips glide through the champ’s hair but the slippery bytch twisted out of reach in a pirouette that would’ve been pretty if it wasn’t so damned obnoxious.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, bytch?” Avery demanded from her place on the outside. “Make her lock-up, Carpenter!”
“Hey, I’m more than happy to lock up.” Macy answered with a smile. “It’s not my fault Kitty here is just a heartbeat too sl--”
Braddock’s aim was true, her target however was maddeningly elusive, the Beach Blaster evading the Haymaker at the last instant only to CRAAACK a single Overhand Slap to the challenger’s vaunted cleavage! Kat hissed in pain and anger, though the latter seemed to override the former almost immediately. Stamping around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the sting, Braddock turned back to the Floridian and almost charged only to decide the better of it. “So you like to play games, do ya, Renquist?” the Quake sneered. “Then I’ve got one your gutless ass might like.” Braddock planted her feet, clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, offering Macy her chin. “I call it, warm up those dainty little hands of yours and take your best shoOOOFFFFHH!”
Renquist made the other blonde pay for the presumption of a slap by pivoting on her left foot and THWHAPPING the sole of her right into Braddock’s exposed tummy! Kat doubled gasping for air, so Macy caught her in a snug Front Facelock and slung the challenger’s near arm across her shoulder. Then she caught a handful of those green crocheted briefs and popped her hips to take Braddock to the deck in record time with the snappiest of Snap Suplexes!
The Brat landed flat, rolled over to all fours and clambered to boot-leather like the throw was little more than a slight puff of breeze. If the quick recovery startled Renquist the champ didn’t let it show, indeed she greeted Braddock’s recovery with a Toe Kick that gouged deep into the fireplug’s navel. Angling off to Kat’s left when the challenger folded up, Renquist rushed in, cupped her hands beneath Kat’s chin and spun to the canvas to THWHUNK Braddock on the back of her head and shoulders. Macy went for the pin at once, greedily bundling both legs to keep Braddock down through…
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXbD0pVKfac
ONE…
Kat kicked out at ‘ONE!’ a strong reminder than no one was gonna blow her doors off tonight. Macy understood and accepted this fact, not that it stopped her from tugging a little harder than necessary when she helped herself to the Quake’s long golden locks. “Ya know what Chrissy would call ya if she were out here when you were dumb enough to offer me a free shot?” Renquist noted as she reeled her opponent into another Front Facelock. “I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with butts.”
No answer from Kat, so Macy corralled the free arm across her shoulders and cinched hold of some more waistband so she could muscle the Brat all the way to high noon for a Vertical SupNO! Braddock was somewhere between two and three when she bicycled her legs hard enough to return herself to terra firma. Frowning at this show of brawny resistance, Renquist stuffed a single Kneelift into the challenger’s gut, hiked that handhold a little higher and-- Kat beat her to it, the Quake getting her hips lower fast enough to hoist the Slappin’ Sensation off her feet with a Vertical Suplex!
VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLOGFOu-tcA
Macy hit hard but rolled to her hands and knees as quickly as Braddock had and she found herself intercepted in identical fashion, only Kat augmented her Front Facelock with three THWAPPING Overhand Forearm Smashes across the champ’s upper back.
“Yeah that’s right, bring her to her knees!” Avery encouraged her friend as the Brat cudgeled her opponent to one knee. “Break her back and take that gold, Kat!”
Braddock blew hair outta her eyes, curled that free hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaked it up Renquist’s back just because she damned well could. “Oh, I’m not gonna break her back, Ave.” Kat yoked the Beach Blaster to her feet, slipped an arm between opposing stems and ‘hupped’ her up across her chest. “I’m gonna smash her to a pulp!” ‘Pulp’ was still reaching Christian’s ears when Braddock went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees, all the better to THWHAM Renquist between the canvas and every ounce of her hundred and twenty-three pound frame.
FRONT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdcLxPRAmDY
Bearing down a little harder to keep the other blonde’s shuddering under control, Kat kept the far leg hook and pulled that knee up to Macy’s chin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ so Braddock rolled her onto her stomach, climbed aboard and grabbed a double handful of hair, all the better to swish and scrape the Slappin’ Sensation’s protesting face against the mat! “THINK YOU’RE CLEVER NOW?” HUH BYTCH, THINK YOU’RE CLEVER N--”
“Get your hands out of her hair, Kat!” Craig interrupted. “C’mon, don’t make me tell you twice!”
“Oh, I think I will!” Braddock actually yanked the champ’s face offa the canvas, but she only relinquished half the hair-hold so she could slip an index finger into the corner of Macy’s mouth for some rough fishhooking!
The resultant squall was pleasing to both Quakes, less so to the zebra, who reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count far faster than the challenger liked. Switching over to a grip on Renquist’s shoulder straps just to keep Long quiet, Kat stood the ‘both of ‘em up, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent Macy hurtling to the far corner with an Irish Whip. Braddock followed a few steps behind, the Brat picking up speed as soon as she saw Macy spin and go back-first into the buck-- Renquist hooked both arms over the top rope and drew her legs up for a Mule Kick that would’ve stuffed Kat’s Avalanche Splash if the challenger hadn’t caught her by the ankles.
“Too slow, bytch!” Kat tossed Macy’s legs down and CRAAAAAAAACK!
Renquist paintbrushed that hulking west coast rack with stereo overhand Slaps, the burn of it forcing Braddock to retreat with both arms crossed over her prodigious chest. “That what you think, ya dumpy little rhino?” Macy taunted the backpedaling blonde. “Why don’t you tell that to the welts on your--”
Braddock dove at her for a truncated Avalanche Splash only to get a chestful of the top turnbuckle when Macy dipped aside at the last second. Kat didn’t go down, but she slowed considerably, meaning Renquist had enough time to spin her around and mount the second turnbuckle. Treating herself to a huge handful of hair, the Slappin’ Sensation forced Kat’s head back even as she flattened her other hand into a paddle.
“HEY FAWN… COUNT ME OFF!” Macy bellowed to the FAWNatics as she prepared to tee off on Kat’s cheeks with her open-palmed version of the traditional Ten Count punches.
CRACK…CRACK…CRACK!
Braddock’s face swiveled away from each stinging impact as the count grew, the recently minted champion giving The Brat a taste of her slap happy arsenal. The crowd reached ‘NINE!’ along with Renquist but was forced to hold their final count as Macy drew her right palm to her tongue. The blonde gave it a long lollypop lick and delivered the piece de resistance of ‘TEN’, Kat’s cheek bright red from the onslaught.
Having walked the length of the ring to be under the display, Avery threatened to have Carpenter fired for gross incompetence. Already having scolded the Slappin’ Sensation, the man finally started his count, but a beaming Renquist already had her fill, dismounting, leaning over the ropes next to Avery, and lifting an open hand from which Christian reflexively took a step back.
“I’ve got a healthy reach,” she said to the Baby Boss, “but you’ll be safe if you don’t try and get in the ring.”
The sub-125 queen returned her attention to a grimacing Braddock who’s rubbing her face, trying to reduce the burn. It allowed Macy to snatch the Cali Quake in a Collar-and-Elbow and lead her out of the corner. Macy lifted a gutting knee into the midriff of the curvy fireplug, folding Kat up with a groan. She tugged her fellow blonde’s lowered head into a Front Facelock and buggywhipped The Brat over with another Snap Suplex, Kat’s spine THUMPING against the canvas.
The champ roughly tugged Chrissy Daniel’s protégé to her feet and repeated the ring rattling flip to the Brat. Renquist’s Three Amigos were one short however, when Kat managed to snake an abbreviated stem around Macy’s leg to prevent another. Renquist tried to force through but was unable.
Trying to loosen Kat’s resolve and her boot soles from the canvas, Renquist released, stepped back and sent a slap toward Kat’s already rosy cheek. Braddock ducked under and, when the Sensation spun in a 180-degree turn after the swing and miss and offered her back to The Brat, Kat wrapped her arms around the tummy of the titleholder. She showed the power packed into her sturdy, vertically-challenged frame, lifting Renquist off the deck a few inches, then dropping to one knee. Macy’s kitty was littered atop Kat’s bended joint, the challenger splitting her foe’s wickets with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Macy hopped into the air after the impact and landed with knees knocking. Renquist’s hands wedged between locked thighs. Waddling away, Macy got a considerable distance toward her corner, opening some room as Braddock worked through the throbbing in her backbone with a couple stretches then stared daggers at the champ.
As Macy reached the corner, she turned to face her foe and found a charging Kat on the way. No Splash this time as the Cali Quake dove in on the horizontal plane, impaling Macy with a Spear that folded the blonde deep between the top and middle buckles. Kat thrust her shoulder in and out several more times. Carpenter, perhaps feeling a twinge of guilt, let The Brat pump away before putting the clock on the short but burly blonde.
Pulling out at ‘FOUR’ from the gasping Renquist, Braddock pivoted and heaved the Sensation out of the corner with a Hip Toss, Macy landing on her backside several feet out from the buckles. As Macy struggled to her knees, Braddock charged out of the corner and delivers a Running Knee to back of Renquist’s skull, sending Macy face-first to the deck.
With Avery leading a one-person cheering session for her partner, Kat mounted Macy in a standing, forward-facing straddle then kicked out her legs and sent her pear-shaped booty into the lower vertebrae of the champ, Renquist grunting in pain, reaching for her lower spine. Kat moved from a seated position to her haunches, riding the Slappin’ Sensation. She leaned forward and slipped her arms under and around those of Renquist, locking her digits behind the neck of her foe, strapping on a Full Nelson.
Leaning back with her cargo, the freckled blonde Brat curled Macy in a growing ‘C’ shape, straining each and every vertebrae of her foe from neck to waist, forcing an anguished Macy to stare into the rafters with increasingly waterlogged eyes.
Carpenter dropped beside the arched blonde and, before he could ask, Avery demanded not only the question but the answer. Macy shook her head.
“Hell no,” she groaned, though the negative response morphed into a pained wail when Kat tested the limits of her own backbone to amp the pressure on the torturous hold. Finally convinced she couldn’t wring a submission out of the lightweight champion, Braddock released and rolled away, letting a relieved Macy slowly unfold into a more natural shape, chest on the canvas.
The Brat hopped to her feet and shrugged out a little stiffness of her own before moving to the still flattened Macy, driving a knee between the Sensation’s shoulderblades. Kat collected Macy’s wrists and leaned back again, this time trying to shatter Renquist with a surfboard that might not only break her back but remove the champ’s arms from her sockets.
“Still not ready?” Braddock growled.
“Never will be with you,” the champ replied. “I ended Estrina’s run for a reason. And you’ll find out why.”
A snarling Kat rose to her feet and put her boot sole where her knee had been.
“You know I beat her too,” Braddock sneered.
“With a lot of helUHHH.”
Macy didn’t get to fully denigrate The Brat’s accomplishment as Kat curbstomped Renquist’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Macy’s head landed in a sickening THUD and alarmingly bounced well off the mat.
The Baby Boss seemed to enjoy however, turning to the silenced crowd and crowing about her bestie. An energized Brat shoved Macy to her back with her boot and launched in a hardly skyscraping leap above the splayed champ, CRASHING down across the Slappin’ Sensation’s open abdomen with a Senton, an exhalation bursting from Macy’s pursed lips as she folded in a ‘V’ shape around the impact.
When Renquist melted to the mat, Kat leaned back in a reclining pin, hooking both legs and rolling her foe into a cradle to make Macy a short-timer champ with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked free briskly, pushing Braddock to a seated position, Kat sneering at the appreciative crowd.
“Putzes.”
The word slipped out and, from the sidelines, Avery couldn’t help but grin. Kat realized a split-second later. There were worse people to take after than a three-time World Champion who created dread in her heyday.
Kat back somersaulted to her feet then popped to a handstand next to the splayed Renquist. She spun in a 180 and dropped into a tuck as she descended, driving her knees into the champ’s abs. Macy’s dark eyes bugged wide as she jackknifed around the bony caps of the fireplug. Again, Braddock ‘hupped’ to a handstand, apparently determined to show she’s more than a bite-sized brawler.
She ‘walked’ in a full 360 before dropping a Splash across her foe’s frame. But this time the champ got her legs up and it’s Kat’s turn to be impaled. The Brat rolled off and away hugging her plush tummy, moaning. On the outside, Avery ran both sets of fingers through her dark locks, going from confident to concerned in a heartbeat.
Drawing a deep breath as she made it to all fours, Macy rose to her knees and swiped a forearm across her brow to get the hair out of her eyes. Attention zeroed in on the other blonde’s nearly-bare back, Renquist clambered to verticality, stomped over to Kat and split that air with a whipping overhand Bytch Slap that CRAAAAAAAACKED between Braddock’s shoulders!
“BYTCH!” Kat reared back on her knees, one hand scrabbling to that bright pink welt while the other braced the mat like a kickstand. “I’ll make you wish you’d never screwed with NNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Renquist rang the Brat’s bell something fierce, the Slappin’ Sensation clapping Kat’s ears between her percussive palms! “What was that, bad girl?” Macy filled her hands with the Californian’s golden locks and twisted them into a loose ponytail she then used to haul Braddock to verticality. “You have something to say to me? Speak up before I toss you on your ass again!”
“Snarky bytch, I’m gonna mess you NNNGGGHHHH!”
Renquist used the hair-hold (which Al was even then protesting) to reel Kat into a heavy Kneelift to the belly. In the next instant she twisted ‘round on the spot and went to one knee to flip Braddock onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Abandoning the hair-hold as soon as Kat’s tush made contact with the mat, Macy went up on tiptoe and shot both hands high overhead, all the better to CRAAAAAAAACK! a cringe inducing double-barreled Bytch Slap between the Quake’s shoulders!
Braddock yelped in furious pain and twisted to one knee only for Renquist to pull her right back to her butt. In the same instant she dropped to a seat, threaded her legs around the challenger’s waist and set to squeeeeeeeeeeezin’ her with a lithe Bodyscissors. “Wanna give up, Bratty?” Macy asked after perhaps ten seconds. “Or can I…” the Beach Blaster leaned back, set her palms against the mat and boosted her butt by a good six inches, all the better to apply that much more pressure.
“NO!” Braddock shouted before Carpenter could repeat the champ’s stupid question. “I’ll never give up!” To emphasize the point she cupped her palms over Macy’s knees and began to push them down in an effort to escape the Scissors. In no mood to let Braddock out without a whole lot more sufferin’, Renquist returned her rump to the deck so she could lean in close and ‘smeck’ her hands atop Kat’s shoulders in a white-knuckle Nerve Claw. Kat grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and continued bearing down on the other blonde’s knees even though it took considerably more effort with the Floridian’s fingers digging into her traps.
“Let go of my knees, Kitty.” Renquist demanded as she treated her foe’s shoulders like especially stiff dough. “Unless you want a few permanent claw marks to go with those cute freckles!”
“Kiss my ass, loser.” Kat grunted. “The only thing you’re giving me is the Lightweight Title!” Braddock abruptly shifted from hands to elbows, the Brat clasped her palms against her chest and continued to burrow her elbows in against Renquist’s knees in an effort to end the Scissors. Aware that Kat could very well power out if she didn’t put an end to this brawny countermeasure, Macy leaned all the way back and placed all her weight on her left hand so the right was free to SLAP the challenger’s reddening back once, twice, three times!
“Aaarrrrhhhh dammit!” Forced to abandon her plan to better defend against Renquist’s goddamned hands, Braddock straightened up and reached over her right shoulder with her left hand to intercept the next-- “GRRRRGGGHHHH!” Macy caught hold of the challenger’s wrist in her right hand and pulled it tight, snugging Braddock’s chin in the crook of her own left elbow!
“No, no, no!” Avery pounded the apron with her palms, the little brunette dynamo doing everything she could to protect her fellow Quake. “Get outta there, Kat! Don’t let the bytch bog you do--choke! That’s a CHOKE, Carpenter! Make her break it!”
The ‘it’ in question was a full-on Straightjacket Clutch Macy secured as soon as she’d corralled Braddock’s remaining hand. With two strength-sapping holds now complete, the white-clad blonde laid down on her side, pulling Kat along for the ride. “Gotcha now, honey.” Renquist noted as she alternately pulsed the Scissors and yoked back on the Straightjacket. “Ready to tap out? Or do you want to go the Starfire route and bawl a little first?”
Braddock didn’t dignify that with a response, though she did grunt out a ‘no’ when Al asked a similar question. The resistance didn’t seem to faze Macy in the slightest, she merely settled a little deeper into each half of the constrictive hold and let her Scissors do the heavy lifting in bringing the Brat to heel. Bogged down or not, Braddock had no intention of surrendering to the scrawny little witch, but her resolve did take a hit when the crowd began to chant ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
Hearing this, Avery ‘rounded on the throng and barked, “Are you stupid? Kat’d never tap to that beeyotch!”
This denial served to spur the FAWNatics and Macy herself, the former increasing their volume, the latter squeezing the Scissors until Kat’s heels beat against the mat and her own thighs trembled with the exertion. “Give up, babe.” Renquist murmured to the suffering Quake. “You can’t breathe, which means you can’t--”
Kat wrested her right hand free of the Slappin’ Sensation’s grasp and promptly drove that elbow into the glossy thigh belted across her midsection. The Scissors shivered buy didn’t break, so Braddock unloaded several more elbows to hip and thigh until finally she freed her left arm from the Straightjacket. “Huuuhhhh…who can’t fight, putz?” Kat gasped as she sat up for the first time in what seemed like forever. “Go on, tell me how you’re gonna keep me locked RRRGGGHHH BYTCH LEGGO!”
Macy, who’d sat up to wrench the other blonde’s arms behind her back in a snug Double Chickenwing, only smiled. “No way, sweetie. You got out once, let’s see you do it agNNNNGGGHH!”
The Brat snapped her head backward, catching Renquist on the bridge of the nose! One arm (the left) popped loose immediately, yet the other remained stubbornly trapped so Kat rolled onto her knees and clambered back to verticality with a triumphant roar that was all but drowned out by the jeers of those assembled for Spring Break. Kat Braddock didn’t give a damn about their noise, she was far too happy to be vertical even if the slap happy bytch was still hanging onto those damned Sciss--“HUUURRRK!”
Macy gave up the remaining Chickenwing for a Sleeper, the Lightweight champ just molding herself to the Quake’s back to ensure she carried every bit of the Beach Blaster’s weight! Eyes wide with shock and concern, Braddock swayed in place, arms windmilling frantically so she wouldn’t lose her balance.
“YOU GOT THIS, KAT!” Avery bellowed from the outside. “YOU’RE STRONGER, YOU’RE BETTER, JUST CRUSH HER OUT!”
Renquist flicked her attention in the direction of the brunette. “Easier said than done, sweetHEY!” Kat wrapped her arms around Macy’s thighs and boosted her up a little higher in the mount. Didn’t do anything for her respiration, but it made it easier to break into a shambling run aimed at a corner on the far side of the ring. Actually ‘shambling’ wasn’t accurate for more than a few steps, as Kat was damned near loping by the time she whipped around and threw their combined bulk into the buckles with a low, unpleasant BWUUUNG!
The Scissors and Sleeper finally dropped away, but Braddock refused to leave the corner. At least that was until she reached over one shoulder with both hands, caught a massive fistful of Macy’s hair. Then she stamped out and leaned forward, the Brat tugging and pulling for all she was worth to drag Renquist up onto her right shoulder like she was little more than a sack of laundry. Strapping her right arm across the champ’s lower back while her left hand cupped the nape of Renquist’s neck. NOW she stomped out to the center of the squared circle, Kat’s brawny little legs seemingly none the worse for wear following her grueling--
The Quake broke into another sprint and this time she didn’t turn around, only lowered her burden enough to DRIVE Macy’s lower back into the top buckle! Whipping around on the spot, Braddock took three giant steps and dove forward and down, the Brat just THAWHAMMING her opponent to the deck courtesy an Oklahoma Stampede!
OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k82bOPqqE98
Welts across her frame, the fireplug blonde ignores them and dives across the downed champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked free, sending Katrina to her haunches at the titleholder’s side. The Cali competitor swept her blonde mane over a shoulder and paid Macy back with an open-hand smack to the midriff. The THWAP didn’t have the echo of Macy’s marvels, but it’s enough to remove the Sensation from her stupor and protest when a rising Braddock yanked Renquist up with her.
Turning Macy to face her, Kat dug her digits into Macy’s scalp with both hands to keep her target in place. The challenger thrust her forehead forward, sending it THUMPING into the cleft of Macy’s bosom, The Brat’s Heart Butt forcing a skip from Renquist’s bloodpumper. Her lids fluttered, eyes rolling white. Kat moved her palms to the bewildered Sensation, giving Renquist a healthy shove. Macy backpedaled into the buckles behind her and that’s the signal for The Brat to hit the jets. Racing forward, the short, curvy blonde pivoted ninety degree and THUMPED a Flying Hip Check into her foe, rocking Renquist to her core.
As Avery provided a singular ovation, Kat let Macy stagger by, the champ stepping in fencepost holes toward the center of the ring, only to get run down from behind, Braddock throwing a nasty Chop Block into the back of Macy’s right knee.
Renquist fell to her opposite hip, shrieking in pain. Carpenter raced to the champion, blocking the energized Braddock from stomping Macy into a mudhole to see if the hyperventilating Renquist could continue.
Some desperate, staccato ‘yep’s’ convinced Al that Macy could continue. Renquist rolled to the ropes, using them to rise before Kat’s released on her mouse, Braddock ready to play with the maimed blonde. Macy limped away, trying to hide her right knee from the predatory Brat. She could ‘run’ on one working wheel for a few seconds, but she couldn’t hide. Avery erupted with delight when a determined Braddock, trailing her foe, slips through Macy’s defenses, landing a stomp to the outside of the damaged joint.
A yelping Renquist dropped to her knee when the spiteful Brat landed another shot to the stem. This one a little higher into the meat of Macy’s hammy. The Sensation seeped to her left hip and shoulder, cradling her injured lower limb close, only for Kat to bitterly stomp away on the leg before possessing it, pulling it wide from the rest of Renquist.
“Those slaps sting a little,” Kat admitted, lifting Renquist’s leg high. “But pain has nothing on injury and you aren’t going to be able to walk to whatever low card match you have next month.”
Braddock stepped a boot sole on Macy’s left ankle then laid out in the other direction with the right in tow, the Wishbone Drop forcing a vile set of splits from Renquist. Macy’s big brown eyes bugged as her hands reflexively moved to her groin on either upper, inner thigh. Her jaw dropped from the excruciating ache, Kat showing herself more than a brash brawler, focusing intently on making Macy a one-legged foe in an ass-kicking contest. Or, in the champ’s case, ass-slapping. Neither would be easy with one working lower limb.
With Macy seated, legs in a wide ‘V’, the cattiness in The Brat arrived. On her feet, she turned and hit the ropes in front of Renquist. Rebounding, the power-packed fireplug leapt with legs extended, SLAMMING them into the Sensation’s kitty. Macy collapsed in a ball around her blasted privates, moaning. Carpenter scolded the challenger, but he’s been in FAWN long enough to know Kat’s despicable blow was considered a minor felony offense and not disqualifying material.
With a turtled Macy momentarily helpless, Kat plucked the champ out of her shell, ambled her to the ropes as fast as the dilapidated Renquist could manage, and threw her through. Immediately, Kat turned to the unhappy arbiter, turning the zebra away from Macy’s landing spot. And while she showed the argumentative traits of her precursor, Avery got to work. The Baby Boss snatched the right leg of the splayed Macy and slung it against the side of the ring, the Sensation howling loud enough that Carpenter’s attention was drawn away from Kat’s sidebar despite her best efforts.
Not knowing the Kat was out of the bag, Avery grabbed the battered wheel again, lifted it and boots Macy’s hammy with impunity until a shouting Carpenter, who hovered over the busty brunette yelled down at the Baby Boss.
“Avery!” he shouted.
Christian released her grip and patted Macy on the head innocently.
“YOU’RE OUT OF HERE!”
He motioned to the figurative door, the crowd boisterously cheering the official’s action. A shocked Christian did not agree, throwing a tantrum on the outside while Kat matched her within the squared circle.
“I mean it Avery. You’re backstage in ten seconds or Kat forfeits.”
In disbelief, Christian trudged to the back in a state of shock, surely ready to call Mom the second she parted the curtain. Meanwhile, the now lone California Quake slid outside, scraped the dented Sensation off the arena floor, and bundled her back into the ring, rolling in behind her.
A flagging Macy was facedown and it’s not the position the freckled fireplug wanted her victim. The Brat booted at Renquist’s ribs until she convinced Macy to roll to her back. Kat grabbed the target of her torture, the Slappin’ Sensation’s right leg. She buggywhipped the limb to break the little recovery time the champ had accrued and dragged Macy to a spread-eagled position in front of the corner Avery had occupied.
Braddock spread Macy’s legs wide and headed for the buckles, ascending them carefully, Kat no frequent flyer. She turned and faces her target, giving her forehead a couple taps to let the uninitiated know what’s to come. The Brat launched, arms at her sides and noggin leading the way.
But instead of Kat’s braincase butting into the champion’s crotch and sending Renquist to a whole new level of anguish, Macy managed to scoot backward. It’s barely a foot, but it’s enough to make The Brat’s trajectory all wrong, her hazel eyes widening in dismay.
Braddock butted the mat instead, her head RAMMING into the deck and bouncing alarmingly. The forward motion of Kat’s frame leads her chin gently onto the location she’d hoped to pound and, despite a wince and a groan, Macy forced her legs to close around the cranium of her challenger, locking her stems in a Figure Four Headscissors, flexing her thighs as best as she’s able. She turned an already dazed Kat’s head rosy within seconds from the pressure. Braddock weakly pushed against the Sensation’s stems but her flawed flight left her defenses delayed and depleted.
Gritting her teeth against the leaden anguish in her right leg, Renquist grabbed her left ankle in her left hand and pulled back to add that much more pressure to the Headscissors. It must’ve worked because Braddock’s thrashing increased immediately, the challenger’s legs beating smacking an angry beat against the canvas while her claws raked and scraped at the Floridian’s tummy and thighs. Macy shook her head ‘no’, leaned over the other blonde’s exposed back and earned a loud cheer from the crowd when she treated Kat’s churning cheeks to a baker’s dozen of butt-blistering SPANKS!
“BYTCH!” Braddock cursed almost directly into the champion’s navel. “Get your nasty hands offa meEEEEEEEEEE!”
The Slappin’ Sensation gave Kat a taste of her own bytchy bona fides by snatching hold of those green crocheted briefs and yanking them north, the newly bared crescent of glutes showing a clear demarcation between slapped and non-slapped. “What’s the matter, honey?” Macy ended the wedgie so she could muss the other blonde’s hair in a decidedly possessive fashion. “Didn’t you make your name on the beach too? Thought you’d know it’s time to submit when you’ve gotta speak into your opponent’s tummOOOOWWWW!”
Not about to abandon her golden ambitions in such a demoralizing position, Braddock went full Beach Bytch Brawl by helping herself to a voracious double handful of Renquist’s pert bounty. “Thuuuuuhhhh…. thanks for the scratching post, slut.” Kat sneered over Macy’s pained wails. “They aren’t much, but it’s enough to keep my hands busMMMEEEEERRRRRPPPHHHH!”
Macy answered her in kind, abandoning her ankle control to double down on the Brat’s blonde mane, which she used to stuff Braddock’s startled features against the center of her gleaming white trunks! Flashing the roaring FAWNatics a coquettish smile as she stretched out on her back, Renquist shifted to a traditional Scissors, thus taking some of the strain off her right knee while allowing full extension of both legs. “You’re not a bad scratching post yourself, Kitty.” Macy continued to rally the Spring Breakers to her side by rolling and grinding her hips against Braddock’s squealing mug. She curled her fingers a little tighter in Kat’s golden curls and added an embarrassing little scrub straight from the Ivy Armstrong school of punishment. “Not GREAT. But just enough to get me where I need to goAAARRRRRHHHHH F*CK!”
Galled at the prospect of passing out with a faceful of trunks, Kat sacrificed a small handful of hair to twist her head just enough to sink her teeth into Renquist’s right thigh! Gnawing and gnashing with every bit of Imp-inspired ferocity she could muster, it wasn’t more than five seconds before Braddock chewed her way to freedom, the red-faced Brat tumbling one way while Macy scooted in the other. Both blondes made it to their knees in short order, but upward progress stalled after that as Kat sucked wind and scrubbed at her flushed features while Renquist shifted to one knee so she could massage the worst kinks out of her damaged right knee. Eventually their eyes met and champ and challenger made it to their feet, each ready for the decisive skirmish that’d win this Lightweight War.
“Gonna smear you all over this mat, Renquist.” Kat promised as she started forward. “And if I’m not satisfied I’ll jugg you out until every zebra in the back has to pull me off.”
“Oh Kitty, I felt you pleading into my trunks.” Macy snapped back. “I already know what it takes to satisfy y--”
Braddock lunged for her and Renquist braced to meet her, the twinge in that tweaked knee making her usual evasive tactics impossible. Grunting as the Brat slammed into her, Macy posted her left leg as best she could but it was only a matter of heartbeats before the Quake jabbed a knee into her right thigh, causing the leg to buckle! Reeling Renquist into a Headscissors as soon she doubled over, Braddock got some vengeance with a single long constriction, but she didn’t actually crack a smile until she’d raaaaaaaaaaaaaked the Floridian’s exposed back for a good ten seconds! Bearing down on the Scissors to keep Macy trapped in place, Kat raised a hand and tapped her chin, apparently reminding herself of something. “Oh that’s right. I owe you this.” With that she hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Renquist’s bottoms and transformed them into an improvised fightin’ thong, much to the delight of the cattier-minded members of the audience.
Punctuating the vile wedgie with a double slap to championship buns, Braddock snaked her arms around Macy’s waist and lifted / flipped the other blonde onto her shoulders for a ring-shaking PowerboOOOOOHHH! The Beach Blaster crossed her ankles and popped her hips in time with Kat’s downward toss to flip the challenger off her feet and onto her shoulders, Braddock landing stacked high and tight with Renquist atop her chin in a Schoolgirl pin! Kat’s legs flew up on impact and Macy caught ‘em around the knees, then leaned forward to keep the stubborn Brat down for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat exploded free, scrambled to boot-leather and threw herself into the ropes directly behind the rising Sensation. Macy whirled on one heel, spotted Braddock coming in and swung for the fences with a knock-out Bytch Slap that Kat ducked at the last instant. Continuing on to the far side of the squared circle, the Quake’s second pass was even faster than the first, Braddock going low and launching off her back foot for a Spear that’d THWHACK! Kat was too low to slap, so Macy met her with a Basement Dropkick that drove both feet into the crown of the Brat’s skull!
Her momentum stopped cold, Braddock dropped to the deck and swaddled her head in her arms while one foot beat a pained S.O.S. against the mat. It didn’t take long for a response, unfortunately it wasn’t the rescue Kat needed. Filling her hands with the Quake’s hair, Renquist dragged Braddock to her feet, smashed a knee into her tummy and followed that with a Standing Headscissors. No stalling or bytchy theatrics now, the Slappin’ Sensation wrapped one arm around the challenger’s waist and slipped the other between Kat’s legs so she could complete a strong Cradle. Hands locked, she muscled Braddock upside down, then hopped and kicked both legs forward to THAWHONK the crown of the Brat’s skull into the mat with a thunderous Cradle Piledriver!
CRADLE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GtIqp37oP8
Kat bounced loose and landed on her back in a flat sprawl with Macy right beside. The champ leaned over like she meant to go for a cover, only to change plans on the fly when Braddock instinctively rolled onto her stomach to defend against just such a tactic. Though in this particular instance a pin might’ve been preferable to the alternative as Macy got to her feet and caught hold of the challenger’s right ankle. Lifting that leg off the mat, the Beach Blaster slipped her left leg around Kat’s vulnerable stem and dropped into a heavy mount atop the Quake’s back. Barely aware of this trouble following the Piledriver, Braddock set her palms and pushed up in a game effort to get out from under “AAARRRRHHHH!”
Macy slipped her right arm under Kat’s right armpit, then looped her left arm around Braddock’s neck and yoked back like she meant to touch Kat’s toes to the top of her head! “How’s THIS for satisfaction, baby?” Macy grunted as the Renquistition transformed her rival from Quake to simply quaking.
Ground and bound by the body-twisting submission, Kat waggled a finger ‘no’ when Carpenter asked for her surrender and damned if she didn’t dig her free hand into the canvas, but with one arm and one leg completely neutralized and Renquist bearing down from on high, the struggling blonde could make no headway in the direction of the ropes. “I’ll choke you out, sweetie.” Macy murmured in her prey’s ear. “Go ahead and test me, see if I don’t!”
“Nuuuuhhh… NO!” Braddock actually draaaaaaaaaaaagged their combined bulk forward by a couple inches only to bump up against an agonizing wall when Renquist pulled up and rag-dolled the Katahajame back and forth, her pace *almost* matching the ‘TAP!’ chants from the crowd. Finally forced to plant her free hand to alleviate even some of the pain, Braddock began to bobble her head frantically, then keened, “SUBMIT! SUBMIT!”
The Slappin’ Sensation looked to Al but it turned out to be unnecessary as he’d already turned away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Planting a kiss on Kat’s forehead at the sound of the bell, Renquist released the hold and got to her feet, the blonde raising her arms in a resplendent ‘V’ when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
The champ accepted her gold from Al and quickly snapped it ‘round her waist, but rather than preen for the crowd she gingerly undid the Quake-inflicted wedgie, then spun the belt around so the faceplate was snugged tight against her glutes.
Not too far away, Kat had flopped onto her back and draped an arm over her eyes, the challenger furious and disappointed over--“OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Macy Splashed down across Kat’s plush belly with a happy little grin, then pushed to her knees, swung a leg over and climbed aboard. It wasn’t a full Reverse Face Sit, but Braddock’s chin was trapped in the southern edge of Renquist’s glutes, meaning the tip of her nose was a single deep breath from the golden plate. “Oh, you bytch.” Kat reached up, tried to sink her claws into Macy’s rack and got the effort swatted aside for her troubles. “You’re gonna pay for this. I’ll crush you into the mat the next time we NGH! NGH! NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NNHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHHP! STAAAAH-AAAAAHHH-AAAAAAP!”
Macy, who’d flattened her both hands into paddles to unleash a pride-scathing ‘Pink Belly’ on her opponent’s fluttering abdominals halted the punishment to aggressively jiggle that traumatized tummy. “Want some more, Kat?” Macy chirped as she continued to stake her claim. “Huh, do ya? Speak up!”
“NO!” Braddock bellowed, her tone a mixture of fury and humiliation. “NO, JUST GET OFFA MMRRRRPPPGGHHH!”
Renquist slid back and settled down, the champ engulfing her foe’s features to put an end to this frenetic battle of the blondes. Already short of breath, Kat succumbed to the smother in less than ten seconds, her eyes drifting closed even as Macy pattered a little nonsense riff on her tummy. Standing once she’d taken to sweep her undercarriage up and down the length of Braddock’s features, the Slappin’ Sensation put one foot on Kat’s chest and treated the crowd to a svelte double bicep flex.
“Who wants it next?” she asked the camera. “I’m taking on all comers, so whoever wants a shot, grab your ticket and come to the front of the line because I’ve got some Bytch Slaps with your name on ‘em!
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
No longer JUST the song for one of the GOATs of the organization, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, it now represented her curvy Gen Z counterpart who stepped to center stage along with second generation Superstar Avery Christian.
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
Having burst upon the scene with a win over none other than Kylie Sanders, the increasingly infamous Brat has joined together with the Boss’ daughter and the Beach Cat to form the California Quakes, an amalgam of young and not that share the same short, sturdy killer curves that brought the Richter to all comers.
The blonde fireplug gave the crowd a shake of her head, clearly finding the jeering crowd distasteful. As much as she’d made her name in tangling with FAWN’s Most Hated, The Brat and her ill-tempered mentor were no fan favorites.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, the Quake strode down the ramp and aisle, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob. Behind her, Avery sported in a black jeans and white tank-top straight out of their mentor’s sartorial playbook.
The busty blonde youngster reached the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete the wardrobe.
Dawdling at the bottom of the steps as Kat made her entry, Avery snatched a microphone from an unsuspecting FAWN flunky but held her tongue, at least for now.
As Van Halen faded, the Announcer broke in with his introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is accompanied to the ring by Avery Christian. Hailing from Newport Beach, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is THE BRAT… KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with hatred, the vocal and virulent distaste quite impressive from a veritable rookie.
Paying no heed to the noise, Avery raised her own mic. “You saw what happened at March to War, right? Kitty CRUSHED that nasty little sweat stain, just like we said she would! And tonight? Tonight she SLAPS DOWN that scrawny blonde poseur and makes herself a Golden Quake! Get used to it, losers! Just because you’re on the Least Coast doesn’t mean you’re safe from the California Quakes!”
Avery tossed her mic aside, giving the Announcer tacit permission to get back to it. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
Quake consternation gave way slappin’ salutations as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ hit the speakers to welcome the Beach Blaster. Macy didn’t make ’em wait, the trim blonde brushing through the curtain with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, which was uncharacteristically zipped all the way up. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned at the Spring Breakers, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper of her jacket between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her svelte waist. Taking a moment to shine it with a forearm, Macy started down the ramp to the ring, occasionally heading to one side or the other to test the palms of those brave enough extend one in her direction.
Bounding up the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure everyone, Janel included, got a most excellent view. Coming to a stop facing Kat, she extended the title in her direction only to sling it to Al Carpenter when the challenger strapped an invisible title around her waist. Better keep practicing that in the mirror, babe.” Renquist chided as she started to back-up. “Cause you’re not doing it with the real thing anytime soon!”
Kat was out of the corner at the bell with no additional prompting from Avery (not that this stopped Christian from urging her to ‘tear the skinny bytch apart’, mind you). It was quite clear to everyone in attendance that the blonde half of the California Quakes was eager to claim her first FAWN gold. Must’ve been clear to Macy as well because the Slappin’ Sensation wasted no time leaving the corner on a looping arc that led right so as to keep her away from Avery’s side of the squared circle. Adjusting to intercept the other blonde as quickly as possible, Braddock raised both hands and lunged at Macy in an effort to bull her back against the--nope.
Renquist slipped under those greedy claws, spun ’round behind her adversary and pasted a playful swat to Kat’s buttocks en route to a much safer distance. Braddock swung with her, the Brat’s eyes baleful as she ‘snapped’ her togs against her hips. “Think you’re cute, scrawny?”
“I think I’m quick, dumpling.” Macy fired back at once.
“Not quick enough.” Braddock was closing ground again. “Starfire thought she could run from me, it didn’t end well for her either!” she pounced again and this time she actually felt her fingertips glide through the champ’s hair but the slippery bytch twisted out of reach in a pirouette that would’ve been pretty if it wasn’t so damned obnoxious.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, bytch?” Avery demanded from her place on the outside. “Make her lock-up, Carpenter!”
“Hey, I’m more than happy to lock up.” Macy answered with a smile. “It’s not my fault Kitty here is just a heartbeat too sl--”
Braddock’s aim was true, her target however was maddeningly elusive, the Beach Blaster evading the Haymaker at the last instant only to CRAAACK a single Overhand Slap to the challenger’s vaunted cleavage! Kat hissed in pain and anger, though the latter seemed to override the former almost immediately. Stamping around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the sting, Braddock turned back to the Floridian and almost charged only to decide the better of it. “So you like to play games, do ya, Renquist?” the Quake sneered. “Then I’ve got one your gutless ass might like.” Braddock planted her feet, clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, offering Macy her chin. “I call it, warm up those dainty little hands of yours and take your best shoOOOFFFFHH!”
Renquist made the other blonde pay for the presumption of a slap by pivoting on her left foot and THWHAPPING the sole of her right into Braddock’s exposed tummy! Kat doubled gasping for air, so Macy caught her in a snug Front Facelock and slung the challenger’s near arm across her shoulder. Then she caught a handful of those green crocheted briefs and popped her hips to take Braddock to the deck in record time with the snappiest of Snap Suplexes!
The Brat landed flat, rolled over to all fours and clambered to boot-leather like the throw was little more than a slight puff of breeze. If the quick recovery startled Renquist the champ didn’t let it show, indeed she greeted Braddock’s recovery with a Toe Kick that gouged deep into the fireplug’s navel. Angling off to Kat’s left when the challenger folded up, Renquist rushed in, cupped her hands beneath Kat’s chin and spun to the canvas to THWHUNK Braddock on the back of her head and shoulders. Macy went for the pin at once, greedily bundling both legs to keep Braddock down through…
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXbD0pVKfac
ONE…
Kat kicked out at ‘ONE!’ a strong reminder than no one was gonna blow her doors off tonight. Macy understood and accepted this fact, not that it stopped her from tugging a little harder than necessary when she helped herself to the Quake’s long golden locks. “Ya know what Chrissy would call ya if she were out here when you were dumb enough to offer me a free shot?” Renquist noted as she reeled her opponent into another Front Facelock. “I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with butts.”
No answer from Kat, so Macy corralled the free arm across her shoulders and cinched hold of some more waistband so she could muscle the Brat all the way to high noon for a Vertical SupNO! Braddock was somewhere between two and three when she bicycled her legs hard enough to return herself to terra firma. Frowning at this show of brawny resistance, Renquist stuffed a single Kneelift into the challenger’s gut, hiked that handhold a little higher and-- Kat beat her to it, the Quake getting her hips lower fast enough to hoist the Slappin’ Sensation off her feet with a Vertical Suplex!
VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLOGFOu-tcA
Macy hit hard but rolled to her hands and knees as quickly as Braddock had and she found herself intercepted in identical fashion, only Kat augmented her Front Facelock with three THWAPPING Overhand Forearm Smashes across the champ’s upper back.
“Yeah that’s right, bring her to her knees!” Avery encouraged her friend as the Brat cudgeled her opponent to one knee. “Break her back and take that gold, Kat!”
Braddock blew hair outta her eyes, curled that free hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaked it up Renquist’s back just because she damned well could. “Oh, I’m not gonna break her back, Ave.” Kat yoked the Beach Blaster to her feet, slipped an arm between opposing stems and ‘hupped’ her up across her chest. “I’m gonna smash her to a pulp!” ‘Pulp’ was still reaching Christian’s ears when Braddock went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees, all the better to THWHAM Renquist between the canvas and every ounce of her hundred and twenty-three pound frame.
FRONT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdcLxPRAmDY
Bearing down a little harder to keep the other blonde’s shuddering under control, Kat kept the far leg hook and pulled that knee up to Macy’s chin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ so Braddock rolled her onto her stomach, climbed aboard and grabbed a double handful of hair, all the better to swish and scrape the Slappin’ Sensation’s protesting face against the mat! “THINK YOU’RE CLEVER NOW?” HUH BYTCH, THINK YOU’RE CLEVER N--”
“Get your hands out of her hair, Kat!” Craig interrupted. “C’mon, don’t make me tell you twice!”
“Oh, I think I will!” Braddock actually yanked the champ’s face offa the canvas, but she only relinquished half the hair-hold so she could slip an index finger into the corner of Macy’s mouth for some rough fishhooking!
The resultant squall was pleasing to both Quakes, less so to the zebra, who reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count far faster than the challenger liked. Switching over to a grip on Renquist’s shoulder straps just to keep Long quiet, Kat stood the ‘both of ‘em up, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent Macy hurtling to the far corner with an Irish Whip. Braddock followed a few steps behind, the Brat picking up speed as soon as she saw Macy spin and go back-first into the buck-- Renquist hooked both arms over the top rope and drew her legs up for a Mule Kick that would’ve stuffed Kat’s Avalanche Splash if the challenger hadn’t caught her by the ankles.
“Too slow, bytch!” Kat tossed Macy’s legs down and CRAAAAAAAACK!
Renquist paintbrushed that hulking west coast rack with stereo overhand Slaps, the burn of it forcing Braddock to retreat with both arms crossed over her prodigious chest. “That what you think, ya dumpy little rhino?” Macy taunted the backpedaling blonde. “Why don’t you tell that to the welts on your--”
Braddock dove at her for a truncated Avalanche Splash only to get a chestful of the top turnbuckle when Macy dipped aside at the last second. Kat didn’t go down, but she slowed considerably, meaning Renquist had enough time to spin her around and mount the second turnbuckle. Treating herself to a huge handful of hair, the Slappin’ Sensation forced Kat’s head back even as she flattened her other hand into a paddle.
“HEY FAWN… COUNT ME OFF!” Macy bellowed to the FAWNatics as she prepared to tee off on Kat’s cheeks with her open-palmed version of the traditional Ten Count punches.
CRACK…CRACK…CRACK!
Braddock’s face swiveled away from each stinging impact as the count grew, the recently minted champion giving The Brat a taste of her slap happy arsenal. The crowd reached ‘NINE!’ along with Renquist but was forced to hold their final count as Macy drew her right palm to her tongue. The blonde gave it a long lollypop lick and delivered the piece de resistance of ‘TEN’, Kat’s cheek bright red from the onslaught.
Having walked the length of the ring to be under the display, Avery threatened to have Carpenter fired for gross incompetence. Already having scolded the Slappin’ Sensation, the man finally started his count, but a beaming Renquist already had her fill, dismounting, leaning over the ropes next to Avery, and lifting an open hand from which Christian reflexively took a step back.
“I’ve got a healthy reach,” she said to the Baby Boss, “but you’ll be safe if you don’t try and get in the ring.”
The sub-125 queen returned her attention to a grimacing Braddock who’s rubbing her face, trying to reduce the burn. It allowed Macy to snatch the Cali Quake in a Collar-and-Elbow and lead her out of the corner. Macy lifted a gutting knee into the midriff of the curvy fireplug, folding Kat up with a groan. She tugged her fellow blonde’s lowered head into a Front Facelock and buggywhipped The Brat over with another Snap Suplex, Kat’s spine THUMPING against the canvas.
The champ roughly tugged Chrissy Daniel’s protégé to her feet and repeated the ring rattling flip to the Brat. Renquist’s Three Amigos were one short however, when Kat managed to snake an abbreviated stem around Macy’s leg to prevent another. Renquist tried to force through but was unable.
Trying to loosen Kat’s resolve and her boot soles from the canvas, Renquist released, stepped back and sent a slap toward Kat’s already rosy cheek. Braddock ducked under and, when the Sensation spun in a 180-degree turn after the swing and miss and offered her back to The Brat, Kat wrapped her arms around the tummy of the titleholder. She showed the power packed into her sturdy, vertically-challenged frame, lifting Renquist off the deck a few inches, then dropping to one knee. Macy’s kitty was littered atop Kat’s bended joint, the challenger splitting her foe’s wickets with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Macy hopped into the air after the impact and landed with knees knocking. Renquist’s hands wedged between locked thighs. Waddling away, Macy got a considerable distance toward her corner, opening some room as Braddock worked through the throbbing in her backbone with a couple stretches then stared daggers at the champ.
As Macy reached the corner, she turned to face her foe and found a charging Kat on the way. No Splash this time as the Cali Quake dove in on the horizontal plane, impaling Macy with a Spear that folded the blonde deep between the top and middle buckles. Kat thrust her shoulder in and out several more times. Carpenter, perhaps feeling a twinge of guilt, let The Brat pump away before putting the clock on the short but burly blonde.
Pulling out at ‘FOUR’ from the gasping Renquist, Braddock pivoted and heaved the Sensation out of the corner with a Hip Toss, Macy landing on her backside several feet out from the buckles. As Macy struggled to her knees, Braddock charged out of the corner and delivers a Running Knee to back of Renquist’s skull, sending Macy face-first to the deck.
With Avery leading a one-person cheering session for her partner, Kat mounted Macy in a standing, forward-facing straddle then kicked out her legs and sent her pear-shaped booty into the lower vertebrae of the champ, Renquist grunting in pain, reaching for her lower spine. Kat moved from a seated position to her haunches, riding the Slappin’ Sensation. She leaned forward and slipped her arms under and around those of Renquist, locking her digits behind the neck of her foe, strapping on a Full Nelson.
Leaning back with her cargo, the freckled blonde Brat curled Macy in a growing ‘C’ shape, straining each and every vertebrae of her foe from neck to waist, forcing an anguished Macy to stare into the rafters with increasingly waterlogged eyes.
Carpenter dropped beside the arched blonde and, before he could ask, Avery demanded not only the question but the answer. Macy shook her head.
“Hell no,” she groaned, though the negative response morphed into a pained wail when Kat tested the limits of her own backbone to amp the pressure on the torturous hold. Finally convinced she couldn’t wring a submission out of the lightweight champion, Braddock released and rolled away, letting a relieved Macy slowly unfold into a more natural shape, chest on the canvas.
The Brat hopped to her feet and shrugged out a little stiffness of her own before moving to the still flattened Macy, driving a knee between the Sensation’s shoulderblades. Kat collected Macy’s wrists and leaned back again, this time trying to shatter Renquist with a surfboard that might not only break her back but remove the champ’s arms from her sockets.
“Still not ready?” Braddock growled.
“Never will be with you,” the champ replied. “I ended Estrina’s run for a reason. And you’ll find out why.”
A snarling Kat rose to her feet and put her boot sole where her knee had been.
“You know I beat her too,” Braddock sneered.
“With a lot of helUHHH.”
Macy didn’t get to fully denigrate The Brat’s accomplishment as Kat curbstomped Renquist’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Macy’s head landed in a sickening THUD and alarmingly bounced well off the mat.
The Baby Boss seemed to enjoy however, turning to the silenced crowd and crowing about her bestie. An energized Brat shoved Macy to her back with her boot and launched in a hardly skyscraping leap above the splayed champ, CRASHING down across the Slappin’ Sensation’s open abdomen with a Senton, an exhalation bursting from Macy’s pursed lips as she folded in a ‘V’ shape around the impact.
When Renquist melted to the mat, Kat leaned back in a reclining pin, hooking both legs and rolling her foe into a cradle to make Macy a short-timer champ with the…
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Renquist kicked free briskly, pushing Braddock to a seated position, Kat sneering at the appreciative crowd.
“Putzes.”
The word slipped out and, from the sidelines, Avery couldn’t help but grin. Kat realized a split-second later. There were worse people to take after than a three-time World Champion who created dread in her heyday.
Kat back somersaulted to her feet then popped to a handstand next to the splayed Renquist. She spun in a 180 and dropped into a tuck as she descended, driving her knees into the champ’s abs. Macy’s dark eyes bugged wide as she jackknifed around the bony caps of the fireplug. Again, Braddock ‘hupped’ to a handstand, apparently determined to show she’s more than a bite-sized brawler.
She ‘walked’ in a full 360 before dropping a Splash across her foe’s frame. But this time the champ got her legs up and it’s Kat’s turn to be impaled. The Brat rolled off and away hugging her plush tummy, moaning. On the outside, Avery ran both sets of fingers through her dark locks, going from confident to concerned in a heartbeat.
Drawing a deep breath as she made it to all fours, Macy rose to her knees and swiped a forearm across her brow to get the hair out of her eyes. Attention zeroed in on the other blonde’s nearly-bare back, Renquist clambered to verticality, stomped over to Kat and split that air with a whipping overhand Bytch Slap that CRAAAAAAAACKED between Braddock’s shoulders!
“BYTCH!” Kat reared back on her knees, one hand scrabbling to that bright pink welt while the other braced the mat like a kickstand. “I’ll make you wish you’d never screwed with NNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Renquist rang the Brat’s bell something fierce, the Slappin’ Sensation clapping Kat’s ears between her percussive palms! “What was that, bad girl?” Macy filled her hands with the Californian’s golden locks and twisted them into a loose ponytail she then used to haul Braddock to verticality. “You have something to say to me? Speak up before I toss you on your ass again!”
“Snarky bytch, I’m gonna mess you NNNGGGHHHH!”
Renquist used the hair-hold (which Al was even then protesting) to reel Kat into a heavy Kneelift to the belly. In the next instant she twisted ‘round on the spot and went to one knee to flip Braddock onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Abandoning the hair-hold as soon as Kat’s tush made contact with the mat, Macy went up on tiptoe and shot both hands high overhead, all the better to CRAAAAAAAACK! a cringe inducing double-barreled Bytch Slap between the Quake’s shoulders!
Braddock yelped in furious pain and twisted to one knee only for Renquist to pull her right back to her butt. In the same instant she dropped to a seat, threaded her legs around the challenger’s waist and set to squeeeeeeeeeeezin’ her with a lithe Bodyscissors. “Wanna give up, Bratty?” Macy asked after perhaps ten seconds. “Or can I…” the Beach Blaster leaned back, set her palms against the mat and boosted her butt by a good six inches, all the better to apply that much more pressure.
“NO!” Braddock shouted before Carpenter could repeat the champ’s stupid question. “I’ll never give up!” To emphasize the point she cupped her palms over Macy’s knees and began to push them down in an effort to escape the Scissors. In no mood to let Braddock out without a whole lot more sufferin’, Renquist returned her rump to the deck so she could lean in close and ‘smeck’ her hands atop Kat’s shoulders in a white-knuckle Nerve Claw. Kat grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and continued bearing down on the other blonde’s knees even though it took considerably more effort with the Floridian’s fingers digging into her traps.
“Let go of my knees, Kitty.” Renquist demanded as she treated her foe’s shoulders like especially stiff dough. “Unless you want a few permanent claw marks to go with those cute freckles!”
“Kiss my ass, loser.” Kat grunted. “The only thing you’re giving me is the Lightweight Title!” Braddock abruptly shifted from hands to elbows, the Brat clasped her palms against her chest and continued to burrow her elbows in against Renquist’s knees in an effort to end the Scissors. Aware that Kat could very well power out if she didn’t put an end to this brawny countermeasure, Macy leaned all the way back and placed all her weight on her left hand so the right was free to SLAP the challenger’s reddening back once, twice, three times!
“Aaarrrrhhhh dammit!” Forced to abandon her plan to better defend against Renquist’s goddamned hands, Braddock straightened up and reached over her right shoulder with her left hand to intercept the next-- “GRRRRGGGHHHH!” Macy caught hold of the challenger’s wrist in her right hand and pulled it tight, snugging Braddock’s chin in the crook of her own left elbow!
“No, no, no!” Avery pounded the apron with her palms, the little brunette dynamo doing everything she could to protect her fellow Quake. “Get outta there, Kat! Don’t let the bytch bog you do--choke! That’s a CHOKE, Carpenter! Make her break it!”
The ‘it’ in question was a full-on Straightjacket Clutch Macy secured as soon as she’d corralled Braddock’s remaining hand. With two strength-sapping holds now complete, the white-clad blonde laid down on her side, pulling Kat along for the ride. “Gotcha now, honey.” Renquist noted as she alternately pulsed the Scissors and yoked back on the Straightjacket. “Ready to tap out? Or do you want to go the Starfire route and bawl a little first?”
Braddock didn’t dignify that with a response, though she did grunt out a ‘no’ when Al asked a similar question. The resistance didn’t seem to faze Macy in the slightest, she merely settled a little deeper into each half of the constrictive hold and let her Scissors do the heavy lifting in bringing the Brat to heel. Bogged down or not, Braddock had no intention of surrendering to the scrawny little witch, but her resolve did take a hit when the crowd began to chant ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
Hearing this, Avery ‘rounded on the throng and barked, “Are you stupid? Kat’d never tap to that beeyotch!”
This denial served to spur the FAWNatics and Macy herself, the former increasing their volume, the latter squeezing the Scissors until Kat’s heels beat against the mat and her own thighs trembled with the exertion. “Give up, babe.” Renquist murmured to the suffering Quake. “You can’t breathe, which means you can’t--”
Kat wrested her right hand free of the Slappin’ Sensation’s grasp and promptly drove that elbow into the glossy thigh belted across her midsection. The Scissors shivered buy didn’t break, so Braddock unloaded several more elbows to hip and thigh until finally she freed her left arm from the Straightjacket. “Huuuhhhh…who can’t fight, putz?” Kat gasped as she sat up for the first time in what seemed like forever. “Go on, tell me how you’re gonna keep me locked RRRGGGHHH BYTCH LEGGO!”
Macy, who’d sat up to wrench the other blonde’s arms behind her back in a snug Double Chickenwing, only smiled. “No way, sweetie. You got out once, let’s see you do it agNNNNGGGHH!”
The Brat snapped her head backward, catching Renquist on the bridge of the nose! One arm (the left) popped loose immediately, yet the other remained stubbornly trapped so Kat rolled onto her knees and clambered back to verticality with a triumphant roar that was all but drowned out by the jeers of those assembled for Spring Break. Kat Braddock didn’t give a damn about their noise, she was far too happy to be vertical even if the slap happy bytch was still hanging onto those damned Sciss--“HUUURRRK!”
Macy gave up the remaining Chickenwing for a Sleeper, the Lightweight champ just molding herself to the Quake’s back to ensure she carried every bit of the Beach Blaster’s weight! Eyes wide with shock and concern, Braddock swayed in place, arms windmilling frantically so she wouldn’t lose her balance.
“YOU GOT THIS, KAT!” Avery bellowed from the outside. “YOU’RE STRONGER, YOU’RE BETTER, JUST CRUSH HER OUT!”
Renquist flicked her attention in the direction of the brunette. “Easier said than done, sweetHEY!” Kat wrapped her arms around Macy’s thighs and boosted her up a little higher in the mount. Didn’t do anything for her respiration, but it made it easier to break into a shambling run aimed at a corner on the far side of the ring. Actually ‘shambling’ wasn’t accurate for more than a few steps, as Kat was damned near loping by the time she whipped around and threw their combined bulk into the buckles with a low, unpleasant BWUUUNG!
The Scissors and Sleeper finally dropped away, but Braddock refused to leave the corner. At least that was until she reached over one shoulder with both hands, caught a massive fistful of Macy’s hair. Then she stamped out and leaned forward, the Brat tugging and pulling for all she was worth to drag Renquist up onto her right shoulder like she was little more than a sack of laundry. Strapping her right arm across the champ’s lower back while her left hand cupped the nape of Renquist’s neck. NOW she stomped out to the center of the squared circle, Kat’s brawny little legs seemingly none the worse for wear following her grueling--
The Quake broke into another sprint and this time she didn’t turn around, only lowered her burden enough to DRIVE Macy’s lower back into the top buckle! Whipping around on the spot, Braddock took three giant steps and dove forward and down, the Brat just THAWHAMMING her opponent to the deck courtesy an Oklahoma Stampede!
OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k82bOPqqE98
Welts across her frame, the fireplug blonde ignores them and dives across the downed champion for the…
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Renquist kicked free, sending Katrina to her haunches at the titleholder’s side. The Cali competitor swept her blonde mane over a shoulder and paid Macy back with an open-hand smack to the midriff. The THWAP didn’t have the echo of Macy’s marvels, but it’s enough to remove the Sensation from her stupor and protest when a rising Braddock yanked Renquist up with her.
Turning Macy to face her, Kat dug her digits into Macy’s scalp with both hands to keep her target in place. The challenger thrust her forehead forward, sending it THUMPING into the cleft of Macy’s bosom, The Brat’s Heart Butt forcing a skip from Renquist’s bloodpumper. Her lids fluttered, eyes rolling white. Kat moved her palms to the bewildered Sensation, giving Renquist a healthy shove. Macy backpedaled into the buckles behind her and that’s the signal for The Brat to hit the jets. Racing forward, the short, curvy blonde pivoted ninety degree and THUMPED a Flying Hip Check into her foe, rocking Renquist to her core.
As Avery provided a singular ovation, Kat let Macy stagger by, the champ stepping in fencepost holes toward the center of the ring, only to get run down from behind, Braddock throwing a nasty Chop Block into the back of Macy’s right knee.
Renquist fell to her opposite hip, shrieking in pain. Carpenter raced to the champion, blocking the energized Braddock from stomping Macy into a mudhole to see if the hyperventilating Renquist could continue.
Some desperate, staccato ‘yep’s’ convinced Al that Macy could continue. Renquist rolled to the ropes, using them to rise before Kat’s released on her mouse, Braddock ready to play with the maimed blonde. Macy limped away, trying to hide her right knee from the predatory Brat. She could ‘run’ on one working wheel for a few seconds, but she couldn’t hide. Avery erupted with delight when a determined Braddock, trailing her foe, slips through Macy’s defenses, landing a stomp to the outside of the damaged joint.
A yelping Renquist dropped to her knee when the spiteful Brat landed another shot to the stem. This one a little higher into the meat of Macy’s hammy. The Sensation seeped to her left hip and shoulder, cradling her injured lower limb close, only for Kat to bitterly stomp away on the leg before possessing it, pulling it wide from the rest of Renquist.
“Those slaps sting a little,” Kat admitted, lifting Renquist’s leg high. “But pain has nothing on injury and you aren’t going to be able to walk to whatever low card match you have next month.”
Braddock stepped a boot sole on Macy’s left ankle then laid out in the other direction with the right in tow, the Wishbone Drop forcing a vile set of splits from Renquist. Macy’s big brown eyes bugged as her hands reflexively moved to her groin on either upper, inner thigh. Her jaw dropped from the excruciating ache, Kat showing herself more than a brash brawler, focusing intently on making Macy a one-legged foe in an ass-kicking contest. Or, in the champ’s case, ass-slapping. Neither would be easy with one working lower limb.
With Macy seated, legs in a wide ‘V’, the cattiness in The Brat arrived. On her feet, she turned and hit the ropes in front of Renquist. Rebounding, the power-packed fireplug leapt with legs extended, SLAMMING them into the Sensation’s kitty. Macy collapsed in a ball around her blasted privates, moaning. Carpenter scolded the challenger, but he’s been in FAWN long enough to know Kat’s despicable blow was considered a minor felony offense and not disqualifying material.
With a turtled Macy momentarily helpless, Kat plucked the champ out of her shell, ambled her to the ropes as fast as the dilapidated Renquist could manage, and threw her through. Immediately, Kat turned to the unhappy arbiter, turning the zebra away from Macy’s landing spot. And while she showed the argumentative traits of her precursor, Avery got to work. The Baby Boss snatched the right leg of the splayed Macy and slung it against the side of the ring, the Sensation howling loud enough that Carpenter’s attention was drawn away from Kat’s sidebar despite her best efforts.
Not knowing the Kat was out of the bag, Avery grabbed the battered wheel again, lifted it and boots Macy’s hammy with impunity until a shouting Carpenter, who hovered over the busty brunette yelled down at the Baby Boss.
“Avery!” he shouted.
Christian released her grip and patted Macy on the head innocently.
“YOU’RE OUT OF HERE!”
He motioned to the figurative door, the crowd boisterously cheering the official’s action. A shocked Christian did not agree, throwing a tantrum on the outside while Kat matched her within the squared circle.
“I mean it Avery. You’re backstage in ten seconds or Kat forfeits.”
In disbelief, Christian trudged to the back in a state of shock, surely ready to call Mom the second she parted the curtain. Meanwhile, the now lone California Quake slid outside, scraped the dented Sensation off the arena floor, and bundled her back into the ring, rolling in behind her.
A flagging Macy was facedown and it’s not the position the freckled fireplug wanted her victim. The Brat booted at Renquist’s ribs until she convinced Macy to roll to her back. Kat grabbed the target of her torture, the Slappin’ Sensation’s right leg. She buggywhipped the limb to break the little recovery time the champ had accrued and dragged Macy to a spread-eagled position in front of the corner Avery had occupied.
Braddock spread Macy’s legs wide and headed for the buckles, ascending them carefully, Kat no frequent flyer. She turned and faces her target, giving her forehead a couple taps to let the uninitiated know what’s to come. The Brat launched, arms at her sides and noggin leading the way.
But instead of Kat’s braincase butting into the champion’s crotch and sending Renquist to a whole new level of anguish, Macy managed to scoot backward. It’s barely a foot, but it’s enough to make The Brat’s trajectory all wrong, her hazel eyes widening in dismay.
Braddock butted the mat instead, her head RAMMING into the deck and bouncing alarmingly. The forward motion of Kat’s frame leads her chin gently onto the location she’d hoped to pound and, despite a wince and a groan, Macy forced her legs to close around the cranium of her challenger, locking her stems in a Figure Four Headscissors, flexing her thighs as best as she’s able. She turned an already dazed Kat’s head rosy within seconds from the pressure. Braddock weakly pushed against the Sensation’s stems but her flawed flight left her defenses delayed and depleted.
Gritting her teeth against the leaden anguish in her right leg, Renquist grabbed her left ankle in her left hand and pulled back to add that much more pressure to the Headscissors. It must’ve worked because Braddock’s thrashing increased immediately, the challenger’s legs beating smacking an angry beat against the canvas while her claws raked and scraped at the Floridian’s tummy and thighs. Macy shook her head ‘no’, leaned over the other blonde’s exposed back and earned a loud cheer from the crowd when she treated Kat’s churning cheeks to a baker’s dozen of butt-blistering SPANKS!
“BYTCH!” Braddock cursed almost directly into the champion’s navel. “Get your nasty hands offa meEEEEEEEEEE!”
The Slappin’ Sensation gave Kat a taste of her own bytchy bona fides by snatching hold of those green crocheted briefs and yanking them north, the newly bared crescent of glutes showing a clear demarcation between slapped and non-slapped. “What’s the matter, honey?” Macy ended the wedgie so she could muss the other blonde’s hair in a decidedly possessive fashion. “Didn’t you make your name on the beach too? Thought you’d know it’s time to submit when you’ve gotta speak into your opponent’s tummOOOOWWWW!”
Not about to abandon her golden ambitions in such a demoralizing position, Braddock went full Beach Bytch Brawl by helping herself to a voracious double handful of Renquist’s pert bounty. “Thuuuuuhhhh…. thanks for the scratching post, slut.” Kat sneered over Macy’s pained wails. “They aren’t much, but it’s enough to keep my hands busMMMEEEEERRRRRPPPHHHH!”
Macy answered her in kind, abandoning her ankle control to double down on the Brat’s blonde mane, which she used to stuff Braddock’s startled features against the center of her gleaming white trunks! Flashing the roaring FAWNatics a coquettish smile as she stretched out on her back, Renquist shifted to a traditional Scissors, thus taking some of the strain off her right knee while allowing full extension of both legs. “You’re not a bad scratching post yourself, Kitty.” Macy continued to rally the Spring Breakers to her side by rolling and grinding her hips against Braddock’s squealing mug. She curled her fingers a little tighter in Kat’s golden curls and added an embarrassing little scrub straight from the Ivy Armstrong school of punishment. “Not GREAT. But just enough to get me where I need to goAAARRRRRHHHHH F*CK!”
Galled at the prospect of passing out with a faceful of trunks, Kat sacrificed a small handful of hair to twist her head just enough to sink her teeth into Renquist’s right thigh! Gnawing and gnashing with every bit of Imp-inspired ferocity she could muster, it wasn’t more than five seconds before Braddock chewed her way to freedom, the red-faced Brat tumbling one way while Macy scooted in the other. Both blondes made it to their knees in short order, but upward progress stalled after that as Kat sucked wind and scrubbed at her flushed features while Renquist shifted to one knee so she could massage the worst kinks out of her damaged right knee. Eventually their eyes met and champ and challenger made it to their feet, each ready for the decisive skirmish that’d win this Lightweight War.
“Gonna smear you all over this mat, Renquist.” Kat promised as she started forward. “And if I’m not satisfied I’ll jugg you out until every zebra in the back has to pull me off.”
“Oh Kitty, I felt you pleading into my trunks.” Macy snapped back. “I already know what it takes to satisfy y--”
Braddock lunged for her and Renquist braced to meet her, the twinge in that tweaked knee making her usual evasive tactics impossible. Grunting as the Brat slammed into her, Macy posted her left leg as best she could but it was only a matter of heartbeats before the Quake jabbed a knee into her right thigh, causing the leg to buckle! Reeling Renquist into a Headscissors as soon she doubled over, Braddock got some vengeance with a single long constriction, but she didn’t actually crack a smile until she’d raaaaaaaaaaaaaked the Floridian’s exposed back for a good ten seconds! Bearing down on the Scissors to keep Macy trapped in place, Kat raised a hand and tapped her chin, apparently reminding herself of something. “Oh that’s right. I owe you this.” With that she hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Renquist’s bottoms and transformed them into an improvised fightin’ thong, much to the delight of the cattier-minded members of the audience.
Punctuating the vile wedgie with a double slap to championship buns, Braddock snaked her arms around Macy’s waist and lifted / flipped the other blonde onto her shoulders for a ring-shaking PowerboOOOOOHHH! The Beach Blaster crossed her ankles and popped her hips in time with Kat’s downward toss to flip the challenger off her feet and onto her shoulders, Braddock landing stacked high and tight with Renquist atop her chin in a Schoolgirl pin! Kat’s legs flew up on impact and Macy caught ‘em around the knees, then leaned forward to keep the stubborn Brat down for…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat exploded free, scrambled to boot-leather and threw herself into the ropes directly behind the rising Sensation. Macy whirled on one heel, spotted Braddock coming in and swung for the fences with a knock-out Bytch Slap that Kat ducked at the last instant. Continuing on to the far side of the squared circle, the Quake’s second pass was even faster than the first, Braddock going low and launching off her back foot for a Spear that’d THWHACK! Kat was too low to slap, so Macy met her with a Basement Dropkick that drove both feet into the crown of the Brat’s skull!
Her momentum stopped cold, Braddock dropped to the deck and swaddled her head in her arms while one foot beat a pained S.O.S. against the mat. It didn’t take long for a response, unfortunately it wasn’t the rescue Kat needed. Filling her hands with the Quake’s hair, Renquist dragged Braddock to her feet, smashed a knee into her tummy and followed that with a Standing Headscissors. No stalling or bytchy theatrics now, the Slappin’ Sensation wrapped one arm around the challenger’s waist and slipped the other between Kat’s legs so she could complete a strong Cradle. Hands locked, she muscled Braddock upside down, then hopped and kicked both legs forward to THAWHONK the crown of the Brat’s skull into the mat with a thunderous Cradle Piledriver!
CRADLE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GtIqp37oP8
Kat bounced loose and landed on her back in a flat sprawl with Macy right beside. The champ leaned over like she meant to go for a cover, only to change plans on the fly when Braddock instinctively rolled onto her stomach to defend against just such a tactic. Though in this particular instance a pin might’ve been preferable to the alternative as Macy got to her feet and caught hold of the challenger’s right ankle. Lifting that leg off the mat, the Beach Blaster slipped her left leg around Kat’s vulnerable stem and dropped into a heavy mount atop the Quake’s back. Barely aware of this trouble following the Piledriver, Braddock set her palms and pushed up in a game effort to get out from under “AAARRRRHHHH!”
Macy slipped her right arm under Kat’s right armpit, then looped her left arm around Braddock’s neck and yoked back like she meant to touch Kat’s toes to the top of her head! “How’s THIS for satisfaction, baby?” Macy grunted as the Renquistition transformed her rival from Quake to simply quaking.
Ground and bound by the body-twisting submission, Kat waggled a finger ‘no’ when Carpenter asked for her surrender and damned if she didn’t dig her free hand into the canvas, but with one arm and one leg completely neutralized and Renquist bearing down from on high, the struggling blonde could make no headway in the direction of the ropes. “I’ll choke you out, sweetie.” Macy murmured in her prey’s ear. “Go ahead and test me, see if I don’t!”
“Nuuuuhhh… NO!” Braddock actually draaaaaaaaaaaagged their combined bulk forward by a couple inches only to bump up against an agonizing wall when Renquist pulled up and rag-dolled the Katahajame back and forth, her pace *almost* matching the ‘TAP!’ chants from the crowd. Finally forced to plant her free hand to alleviate even some of the pain, Braddock began to bobble her head frantically, then keened, “SUBMIT! SUBMIT!”
The Slappin’ Sensation looked to Al but it turned out to be unnecessary as he’d already turned away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Planting a kiss on Kat’s forehead at the sound of the bell, Renquist released the hold and got to her feet, the blonde raising her arms in a resplendent ‘V’ when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
The champ accepted her gold from Al and quickly snapped it ‘round her waist, but rather than preen for the crowd she gingerly undid the Quake-inflicted wedgie, then spun the belt around so the faceplate was snugged tight against her glutes.
Not too far away, Kat had flopped onto her back and draped an arm over her eyes, the challenger furious and disappointed over--“OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Macy Splashed down across Kat’s plush belly with a happy little grin, then pushed to her knees, swung a leg over and climbed aboard. It wasn’t a full Reverse Face Sit, but Braddock’s chin was trapped in the southern edge of Renquist’s glutes, meaning the tip of her nose was a single deep breath from the golden plate. “Oh, you bytch.” Kat reached up, tried to sink her claws into Macy’s rack and got the effort swatted aside for her troubles. “You’re gonna pay for this. I’ll crush you into the mat the next time we NGH! NGH! NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NNHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHHP! STAAAAH-AAAAAHHH-AAAAAAP!”
Macy, who’d flattened her both hands into paddles to unleash a pride-scathing ‘Pink Belly’ on her opponent’s fluttering abdominals halted the punishment to aggressively jiggle that traumatized tummy. “Want some more, Kat?” Macy chirped as she continued to stake her claim. “Huh, do ya? Speak up!”
“NO!” Braddock bellowed, her tone a mixture of fury and humiliation. “NO, JUST GET OFFA MMRRRRPPPGGHHH!”
Renquist slid back and settled down, the champ engulfing her foe’s features to put an end to this frenetic battle of the blondes. Already short of breath, Kat succumbed to the smother in less than ten seconds, her eyes drifting closed even as Macy pattered a little nonsense riff on her tummy. Standing once she’d taken to sweep her undercarriage up and down the length of Braddock’s features, the Slappin’ Sensation put one foot on Kat’s chest and treated the crowd to a svelte double bicep flex.
“Who wants it next?” she asked the camera. “I’m taking on all comers, so whoever wants a shot, grab your ticket and come to the front of the line because I’ve got some Bytch Slaps with your name on ‘em!